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Jet Trash

Gap-year porn masquerading as a proper grown-up thriller. It all becomes very silly. Still, the beaches look nice

Kevin Maher

December 2 2016, 12:01am, The Times

★★☆☆☆Jet Trash is affable, mildly distracting, gap-year porn masquerading as a proper grown-up thriller. Set on and around the blissed-out beaches of stoner’s paradise Goa, the film arrives 16 years after Danny Boyle’s similarly themed The Beach and yet is hampered and eventually undone by the same fundamental flaw that undercut Leonardo DiCaprio’s sun-kissed frolics — namely, the more outré genre elements don’t work.

Yes, we can believe that Lee (Robert Sheehan) and Sol (Osy Ikhile) are British-based twentysomething buddies who’ve come to Goa to smoke marijuana, meet girls and play occasional cricket games with the locals and, even in the case of Lee, fall in love with a mysterious, taciturn, Algerian-born supermodel called Vix (Sofia Boutella).